CIAN
the eye
Cian falls silent as Falke speaks up. The Fixer is not one for lengthy tirades without good reason, and the Eye has learned how invaluable the doctor's opinions are, over and above his medical expertise.
What Cian hears is a well-thought string of words. Something the Fixer has been meticulously weaving together before this moment. He appreciates Falke's intentionality. His candidness, even if it comes prepared. "Well said. Leave it with me to consider." Cian says with a nodbecause fuck you timelines. "What do you make of the demigods, from what you've seen and heard? Would you advise bringing them here if we could, to keep them under watch? Or is it better to let them wander about engaging them only when needed?"
What Cian hears is a well-thought string of words. Something the Fixer has been meticulously weaving together before this moment. He appreciates Falke's intentionality. His candidness, even if it comes prepared. "Well said. Leave it with me to consider." Cian says with a nod
